From the Big Sectarian Song Book.

Don’t know much about history
Marxism’s still a mystery
Don’t ’bout the line that Lenin took
‘Cause I’ve only read Tony Cliff’s book
But if you’d sign a non-aggression pact
We’d support an Enabling Act
And what a wonderful world it would be

Now I don’t claim to be a real Marxist
All I’m trying to say is maybe if the Millies
Would all join Socialist Worker
Then the Labour Party would go away.

57 VARIETIES
(The Chicken Song)

We’re a small Trot sect
With a small red student base
But we dream one day
That we’ll rule the human race
People laugh at us
But we’ll show the world they’re wrong
Overthrow the State
While we sing this left wing song

Build a Workers’ Front
Sell a paper to your gran
Have a fuse then split
Be as wacky as you can
Caucus in a letter box
Change your name another time
Turn to industry
And then alter all your lines

There’s fifteen of us
We’re the vanguard of our class
Proletarian
With a dialectic task
Met this bloke in Greece
Now an international’s formed
Like the Bolsheviks
When the Czar’s Palace they stormed

Have a faction fight
Write polemics by the score
Purge your tendency
And reduce your ranks to four
Call for unity
Say the enemy is Benn
Liquidate in Workers Power
And then do it all again

Become entryists
Utilise the bourgeois courts
Launch an armed struggle
Try and build a base in Shorts
Call a general strike
Like Possadas look to the stars
For you never know
Perhaps there’s a loony Trot in Mars

I am currently researching this vital class issue, “In his later years Posadas led his movement into the development of various esoteric ideas that bordered on the New Age with writings about communicating with dolphins …”